Lucan and Elias stood before the ancient statue of the guardian spirit. The full moon cast long shadows across the academy garden, its silver light reflecting off the marble surface of the statue. The towering figure depicted an ethereal being with wings outstretched, its eyes forever fixed on the horizon. But tonight, those eyes seemed to come alive, glowing faintly.
Lucan remained composed, after many days of friendship, he was able to meet this Guardian.
Elias stepped forward, his voice steady as he began to chant in an ancient tongue. The language was foreign to Lucan, its syllables harsh and guttural, yet there was an underlying melody that resonated in the air. As Elias spoke, the temperature around them seemed to drop, and the atmosphere grew dense with power.
